Chapter 852

After Luther's sports car was parked in the parking lot.

Joyce released her seat belt, opened the door and was ready to get out

of the car first.

"Take care of yourself. Don't talk to other men if you don't need to, and

call me if you need anything." Luther naturally reminded.

Joyce turned back around, her long eyebrows raised and with some

incredulity in her expression. “Don't talk to other men if you don't need

to?’

"Mr. Warner, they have got so many people for tonight's birthday party,

so what danger can there be? Don't talk to other men? Well, Mr.

Warner, can you mind your own business only?" She thought it was

hilarious, “Is Mr. Warner just like that with all the women?"

She was extremely upset. She was wearing a different face, and she

was not Joyce.

Even she didn't notice that she was a little angry, and her chest was

heaving slightly.

The black mink jacket on her shoulders, with her unsteady breath,

gently slipped off, revealing her snow-white delicate, sexy and

seductive shoulders.

The lights in the car were dim.

The way she looked back at him, and her slightly open sexy red lips...

What a perfect fit of light and shadow.

She looked truly ... sexy.

When Luther saw it, his eyes blinked a few times, and he couldn't help

but gulp.

Damn! He really didn't want her to appear in front of those horny

politicians like this.

Such a thought instantly commanded his actions.

He suddenly reached out and gathered her mink jacket all the way up

to her neck before he relented and reprimanded, "Put your clothes on. I

only do that to my own woman."

"You!" Joyce just wanted to speak.

Suddenly, he clutched her delicate, upright jaw.

"What are you doing?!" She widened her eyes, looking directly into his

dark, deep and somehow passionate eyes.

"Don't move, if you don't want me to kiss you in the car.”

He pulled some wet tissues from the car. That was what he had wanted

to do tonight, from the first moment he saw her at the door of her room

at the hotel.

He was afraid that no man in this world could resist the sexy red lips on

her cold and proud face.

He held her steady and gently wiped her lips with the wet tissues.

She wanted to struggle.

He warned.

“Don’t move. I don't mind kissing your lips clean myself."

He smiled wickedly.

She was so angry that she was even shaking.

The wet issues were then tinged with the bright red.

Finally, he was satisfied, and her lips were only mildly red now with a

honey-like glistening shine.

"Okay, you can get off now."

He smiled tenderly at her.

Joyce was so angry that her chest rose and fell, and she could hardly

calm down.

She flipped down the interior mirror of the car.

She looked into the mirror and fortunately, it only got lighter in color and

he did not ruin her makeup.

She pursed her lips.

Damn man! He was so arrogant.

She got out of the car and threw the door shut hard.

Without looking back, he walked to the elevator.

Behind her, Luther shouted at her through the car window, "Pull your

clothes up a bit."

She was so angry that she quickened her pace.

She then simply rushed straight into the elevator and desperately

pressed the closing button.

Tonight's party would be on the top floor of the Capital Club.

The Capital Club was eighteen stories high and was one of the most

exclusive clubs in the Capital.

Below the tenth floor was a luxury hotel, and above the tenth floor were

all luxury boxes.

The top floor was a top club frequented by politicians.

When Joyce was in the elevator, she opened her handbag.

Hell, Luther even wiped off her lipstick. Luckily, she had brought it and

a mirror.